Get You Some

Old white trash from a single-wide

Survivor of the thought of suicide

Light in the dark, voice in the crowd

Started out as a spark, now I'm a mushroom cloud

From a loser to a winner with my crooked middle finger

Now I'm four kids deep, buying five-star dinners

Montana down to Hollywood

Here comes the fucking trailerhood

Tell me, are you ready, son?

I'm a bullet from a loaded gun

Jump on this freight train, there ain't no slowing down

We're every lost kid from every lost town

Jump on this freight train, yeah, we're far from done

You know you want it, go on and get you some

Get you some

For every nobody never got no shot

From the bottom of the barrel clawing to the top

Took seventeen years till I finally hit

Haters gonna hate, let 'em talk their shit

Jump on this freight train, there ain't no slowing down

We're every lost kid from every lost town

Jump on this freight train, yeah, we're far from done

You know you want it, go on and get you some

Go on and get you some

Go on and get you some

Go on and get you some

Tell me, are you ready, son?

I'm a bullet from a loaded gun

Tell me, are you ready, son?

Jump on this freight train, there ain't no slowing down

We're every lost kid from every lost town

Jump on this freight train, yeah, we're far from done

You know you want it, go on and get you some

Go on and get you some

Go on and get you some

Go on and get you some